You mean, like a proper Caulkenny single-malt? [ the kind people used to slip them when said people were deep enough into their cups to care only about the fact that the two youngsters whose age could not yet be counted in double figures could bellow out a foul-mouthed anthem with just as much conviction as the next drinker.

she tilts her head. ] I think we could manage that. We have two choices: either we pay a visit to the docks and try our luck down at the customs warehouse. [ a brief pause. ] Or, I hear there's a manor up in the Estate District whose occupant has a taste for fine Morley spirits. We could take a tour of the cellar if we fancy our luck.